I ran the Beach to Beacon back on August 2nd. Immediately afterward I vowed to never run again.

And I didn't for an entire month. But as sluggishness began to reappear in my life, I worked my way back to the gym and started trotting on the treadmill.

Knock the treadmill if you must, but I appreciate the ability to start and stop at my leisure - and I appreciate the ability to watch the Discovery Channel while doing so.

But running on a treadmill and running outside are two very different animals. So when the Trail to Ale 10K approached I hesitated to register. I'd just finished a 10K so that whole "I just want to accomplish this" thing wasn't applicable anymore. I wasn't motivated by the desire to cross the finish line victoriously. That was soooo last month.

But there are other motivators, you know. Like free beer and pizza.

The Portland Trails race is sponsored by Shipyard Brewing and Portland Pie - so the finish line is made all the more enticing by plastic cups of beer and paper plates of pizza.

So okay, fine. I'll do it.

Runners and walkers are brought to the starting line via train (they can choose to walk the mile from Portland Company, but why waste the energy walking when you can sit, right?)

There were over 700 entrants this year - quite a crowd. I recall walking the 10K two years ago and there weren't nearly as many entrants.

Aw, look at the wee bitty runners up ahead. What's the rush, guys? Oh yeah - fame, fortune and Shipyard.

While I applaud the effort of everyone out on the course that morning, I have to take issue with people who run with small children in strollers. I had this problem during the Mother's Day 5K, too. See, I have this theory that new parents who run with strollers only do so to make the rest of us look bad. Sure, they act like it's about "maintaining a healthy lifestyle" or whatever…but I'm keen to the conspiracy, people!

Adding insult to injury, after I snapped this picture during the race I was slapped in the face by a tree branch. Just the world's way of telling me to stop being such an idiot I suppose. Sorry world, you cannot stop it.

By mile three my running partner and I were still going strong. Hadn't walked yet, though we were diligent to keep the pace slow. Guess I hadn't totally lost what I'd gained during the Reach the Beacon training after all.

By mile four I was petering out. I walked the incline leading to the 295 bridge but picked the pace back up for the final mile and a half. Then, coming around the Eastern Prom trail my eyes searched desperately for the finished line. "Where is it?!?" I yelled to a friend (who had finished long ago and was kind enough to stick around to cheer us on).

"You're almost there!" she responded.

"I need [pant, pant] specifics!" The path was curved and I could see no finish line "almost" ahead.

Then a stranger on the sidelines: "You're looking for specifics? See that big yellow thing up ahead? That's it!"

Hallelujah. Thank you. That's what I needed.



Worry struck me as we meandered (and sweat) our way back to Portland Company. Two years ago it took us so long to finish the race that the faster jerks participants ate all the pizza. A finish time of 1:12:54 isn't exactly fast - but is it enough to get a girl some dang food?

Apparently yes.

And for the record, free beer at 10:30 am on a Sunday is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

What isn't beautiful is waking up Monday morning to discover your legs are strict adherents to the Golden Rule. You tortured them yesterday, they shall torture you today. And probably tomorrow, too.

Is a little quad soreness worth it? Absolutely.

If you are likewise motivated by local events that involve drinks of some kind, here are a few dates you need to mark on your calendar:

Sunday, September 28: Portland Signature Cocktail Competition

Thursday, October 23: Grand Tasting at the Gateway (Harvest on the Harbor)

Saturday, October 25: Portland Wine Flight 5K

Saturday, November 1: Maine Brewer's Festival